Monday, January 12, 2015
<p>Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep<br>I am a thousand winds that blow, I am a diamond glint on the snow<br>I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain<br>When you wake in the morning hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush of quiet birds in circling flight<br>I am the soft starlight at night<br>Do not stand at my frave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep<br>Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die<br>May your memories bring you comfort, she will always be with you,<br>Susan</p>
